Sin City

Chapter 25

The Prang House, Balf Street

William Prang sat incredibly still on his bed, his mind reeling with the events of the school year. How did this happen? He asked himself. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I just wanted her to be able to go to school. How did things go so wrong so fast?

He heard the distinct, heavy sounds of his mother's footsteps charging up the stairs, and he mentally prepared himself for what was coming.

"William. Walsh. Prang." Each syllable was drawn out as Kendra Prang appeared in the doorway of her son's room. "What is the matter with you?" When he didn't respond, she continued. "I gave you all day yesterday to get over whatever this is, but this is ridiculous. Fletcher flew out of here faster than a broomstick, and I believe I deserve to know why." She walked further into the room and put her hands on her hips, glaring down at him.

William squirmed under her gaze, trying to think of an acceptable response. "Girl." He offered lamely.

"A girl?" His mother repeated with a deadpan expression.

"Her name is Adalena. Fletcher knew I liked her and he asked her out anyway." He hoped his lie and pitiful demeanor would be enough to satisfy his mother.

"Adalena Akeel?" His mother asked, her voice ladled with scepticism. William nodded. "Isn't she the one you called a 'busybody who couldn't keep her nose out of everyone's arse', and I believe that's a direct quote."

William paused. "Things change!" He cried, shoving his face in a pillow.

Kendra rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine." She turned to leave, but William stopped her.

"Mum?"

Kendra turned around. "Yes?"

"Can we…" William hesitated, plucking at his pillow. "Talk?" William moved over on the bed so his mom could sit.

"About Fletcher?" She asked gently, brushing a lock of hair off his forehead.

William shook his head. "Amelia."

"Oh," His mother blurted out. "What about her?"

"Mum, she's got no idea why she's different from us. She doesn't know why she gets left out of things other than it's because she's part Vampire, she doesn't understand any of it." His mother flinched at the word, but he kept going. "I feel bad and want to fix it because she's my sister, but I can't. You need to tell her."

Kendra's dark eyes teared up and sobs burst from her as she held William's pillow to her chest.

Approximately 12 Years Ago

Kendra Prang's hands tightened on her copy of "Blood Brothers: My Life Amongst the Vampires" as she waited anxiously for her turn. Her dark hair was wavy down her back, a small, mossy green hat perched on top. She wore a matching green cloak with a gold clasp on the neck over a black dress. She stood, waiting eagerly in the long line leading to Flourish and Blotts for the opportunity to have the author, Eldred Worple, sign her copy of the bestseller. Her eyes brightened in excitement as she caught a glimpse of the author. Eldred Worple was short and wore glasses, but Kendra barely saw him when she finally reached the autographing table. Her eyes immediately locked on the pale man standing next to Eldred's chair. The man was tall and thin with grey shadows around his dark eyes, which were focused on Kendra. She smiled brightly, depositing her book on the table for Eldred to sign.

"Your name, my dear?" The author asked politely.

"Kendra." She purred, still entranced with the man. The author scribbled something generic on the title page of her book, keeping a wary eye on his guest.

"Sanguini." The tall man bowed his head slightly and took Kendra's hand, gently kissing the top of it while pulling her closer…

Kendra woke up in an unfamiliar place. The bed she lay in was soft, with blood red silk sheets and plush velvet comforters. There was music flowing from the Wizarding Wireless Network box he had on the table next to the large bed. The smell of fresh flowers hung in the air and Kendra's eyes flittered open. A figure sat in a chair in the corner of the room, watching her with interest. Sanguini, without breaking eye contact, raised a gold goblet up to his mouth, taking a drink from the fresh blood it held. The events from the night before crashed over Kendra, as did a wave of shame over her moment of weakness. If this act of betrayal had taught her anything, it was that her relationship with her husband was worth salvaging. She sat up, pulling the soft covers around her in an attempt at modesty.

"Your clothing is over there." Sanguini nodded to the table near her. Kendra cast her eyes down and moved to grab her dress.

The song cut off abruptly on the radio, only to be replaced by a cool voice. "We interrupt this broadcast with breaking news. The casualties for today are: Octavius Pepper, Cherry Qurtamus, Daniel Prang…"

Kendra shot out of bed, her heart beating madly as she tried to process what she had just heard.

"Is there something wrong?" Sanguini asked, his voice bored.

She sat perfectly still on the bed, her eyes wide with shock. "Daniel Prang is my husband."

The Great Hall-Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Sybill Trelawney fluttered into the Great Hall holding a large pink box, much to the surprise of the students as well as the Professors. She rounded the staff table, taking a seat next to Sam Winchester, who looked like he had smelled something foul. Dean elbowed his brother, smiling and nodding his head to the woman. Katherine and Gryffin looked like they were trying to contain their laughter, waiting eagerly for the exchange.

"Hello, Sam." Trelawney breathed, her thin, wild hair touching Sam's shoulder as she leaned in closer. She touched his leg softly, causing Sam to jerk back. "I've brought you a present."

"Christmas was the other day." Sam tried weakly.

"The spirits told me that today was the day to give it to you." She deposited the pink box in front of Sam, careful of his plate full of sweets. Her large eyes were protruding as she gazed at him, her cheeks flushed with color. Seeing no other option, Sam untied the pink ribbon and opened the offending object. In it, wrapped in brightly colored paper, was a bottle of expensive sherry and several sticks of her favorite incense.

As he inspected the gift, Trelawney picked up a biscuit, nearing shoving it in Sam's mouth. "Pudding?"